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One- Greek Mythology... *And They Were Roommates* mhm mhm

A ghost of the past, finding a life that does not belong to him, anymore.

"Achilles, Achilles, come down." As your voice-faint, echoes around town.
Dragging my spirit, closer and closer to light.
"I'm talking to you." Your cries faded and suffocates, giving way to cries and tears. Which I would prefer not to let stain your face.
But I have made my choice, dear Patroclus.
for I shall be in asylum, waiting for you.

Always. Achilles.

Memory carries me back to the last few hours, before my last mistake.
"Achilles, Achilles." Your voice edges, frustration and despair leaking through.

"Achilles come down, won't you get up off, get up off the roof?"
I see no point in living.
My only self fading,
fighting for a war that would soon become a myth.

"You're scaring us, and all of us-" I do not want to terrify you.
Oh Patroclus, dear Patroclus, curiosity stabs the cat.

"Some of us love you- Achilles it's not much but there's proof."
Oh Patroclus, evidence don't do.
It will simply tear my heart further, and me to hang on to the world.
I have made up my mind, oh Patroclus. Let me go.

"You crazy assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue." It has simply lost, as my will of living do.
"Redemption lies plainly in truth." I just want to end- for it to be over.

Patroclus, Patroclus.
I see no point in living
Let all be in vain,
keep on breathing.
For i trust- you with all my heart.
even if it is torn and broken beyond repair.
Patroclus- need no fear, I am with you.
Let our bond live through, and my blood stain what was left of us.
That I let go.

Forgive me,
Achilles.

Slowly losing the feeling.
Of being a human, flesh and bone intact.
Because all seemed to fade-
the happiness, fame and worth.
They are in vain.
After all, we are mysteries at the end.

Name one hero who was happy.
For they all sacrificed something- and sanity was always an option.

The sudden splash and drop of blood.
vein, torn apart by slash of a sword.
into the real, weak flesh of a hero.
Friend of the wounded, savior of the survivor.

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Achilles.

Thoughts.
Strong in my mind, urging me to go on.
Reckless, reckless thoughts I know.
Foolish reminder of what I am. Of what I always will be.

Death.
Fear of most, but one I find peace in.
One moment of pain. And the battle shall end.

Even if I lost, calm drifted towards me.
"We all tried to live our best."
And so I hold that thought, even though tears of my loved ones struck through me.

Pain, the only emotion I have to hold.

Yet, calmness became boredom.
As my mind try to find
the lost aim i have had when I was alive.
Flesh and bones.

Now all they had of me are my ashes.
which I had given up at the very last moment of life.
But peace is better than strength, because the latter is always used for war.
which I had finished suffering through.

So every one shall be the champion.
I am one of the losers- battled more hardship than any other.
When I die, I die.
Not every one must be a winner, at life.

So dear Patroclus,
please do survive.
Join me, Patroclus. When your time really ends.
For you are too innocent, heart a hope- to the world that never deserved the extent.

***The end***